Ariadne: He made you feel alive?
Cassia: He made me feel... safe.
Cassia: Too many arrogant men who flatter you with their presence.
Atticus: Now who's the poor bastard who has to die for my freedom?
Proculus: You're brave, I'll give you that, but no savage can ever be a match for a Roman.
Atticus: For those of us about to die, we salute you. I die a free man.
Cassia: Men killing each other for amusement is not a sport.
Cassia: I don't want to spend our last moments running.
Cassia: Senator, you have mistaken me for the kind of woman who drapes herself across your lap in Rome.